Falling for the Babysitter

Chapter 7

I take long, slow breaths to calm myself down. I want to storm out and slam the door behind me so that he knows I’ve heard what he said, but I know Deacon really needs a babysitter and I’m not about to bail.

I grab a towel off the top of the stack and go back to the stairs, making plenty of noise so that they can hear me. Sam walks down the stairs, glaring at me when he passes. I keep my expression neutral so I don’t show my loathing for him. This is his house after all and I’m not trying to make things difficult for Deacon. I don’t want to give Sam a real reason to kick me out and not let me come back.

I try to put a smile on my face when I look at Deacon, but I know it looks fake as hell. Deacon gives me an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry about my brother,” he says. “He worries about me.”

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“Everything’s great.”

I bend down to clean up the juice mess.

“Here, let me do that,” Deacon says.

open and he’s staring

I’m just glad Sam wasn’t here to see it or

But I can’t help the stirring it causes between my legs. From the looks of it, he’s hung. Not that I’m

want to meet Bailey?” he

to,”

into Bailey’s room and try to pretend nothing happened. I hear a car door slam. Looking out the window, I see

It must’ve been Sam’s office before Deacon arrived. There’s a large desk and papers everywhere, books on rare birds and tax

be, about a year old, curly blonde hair, and rosy cheeks from the heat. There’s a pacifier in her mouth

“She’s adorable,” I say.

he’s actually just noticing me for the first time. Almost like he’s studying me, trying to figure me

it seeing my breasts that gave him this change of heart? Or maybe it has something to do with what Sam had said. Maybe Deacon’s trying to make comparisons between me and his ex-wife. But I don’t think so. If that were the case, I don’t think his eyes would be as open and curious as they

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